While talking to Shy Guy, I’ve started up a friendly and mostly innocent flirtation with a guy. This guy I don’t see as anything serious since he happens to be a dear friend of one of the most important and vital men in my life (my wonderful cousin.) (And since this cousin happens to read this blog, I feel like I should add a disclaimer :I see Pretty Eyes as a fun, flirty, witty fellow. He’s a good time with serious intimacy issues… and a fortress. He hides in an emotional fortress.)
One night, while out with this most important and vital man (my cousin) I asked about Pretty Eyes who was missing from the interesting array of masculine charm spread out before me at this prestigious bar. My cousin said he wasn’t responding to his texts, so I took it upon myself to use my wily woman charms to persuade him to visit. I tried everything – even the classy drunken offer of potential cleavage. Apparently nothing would have given him sufficient reason to join our party at the wonderful joint we chose to grace that night. (Nothing I was willing to offer anyway.)
The next day, after Pretty Eyes awoke from his alcohol induced slumber, he texted me to find out my identity. I played coy, but before the afternoon was over, he had figured out I was the southern cousin of that most important and vital man.
From time to time I hear from him and we say a few naughty bits. We never talk about anything personal or too serious. It’s mostly goofy, fun flirting. And a lot can be said about this arrangement… No strings, no expectations, just fun texting… and I feel every girl deserves a “Pretty Eyes.”
You are exactly right. Every girl – no matter the are – deserves a “Pretty Eyes.” Nicely said.